Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.